1 O perfect life of love,
All, all is finished now;
All that he left his throne above
To do for us below.!

2 No work is left undone
Of all the Father willed;
His toil and sorrows, one by one,
The Scripture have fulfilled. A-men.

3 No pain that we can share
But he has felt its smart:
All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.

4 In perfect love he dies;
For me he dies, for me!
O all-atoning Sacrifice,
I cling by faith to thee.

5 Yet work O Lord, in me,
As thou for me hast wrought;
And let my love the answer be
To grace thy love hast brought.

Amen.